retrospective
Jan. 26th, 2009 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sigmastolenAround this time, two years ago, I was just making friends with him.
Around this time, one year ago, I was deciding to flirt with him.
Eleven months ago, I was blissfully happy in our new relationship.
Eight months ago, I was in love with him and he with me -- so he said. (For the record, he said it first. Frankly, I am cautious of saying it, after some of my other experiences.)
Six months ago, I was probably sneaking off into the stacks to have a private midday cry after awkwardly trying to make just-friends conversation with him.
Two months ago, I was starting to believe we might get back together.
One month ago, I was worrying myself sick over him.
This week? Crying again; bitter and hurt again. I miss him a lot. And I don't know anymore if it could ever work again, not really, but that doesn't stop me wishing for it.
Around this time, one year ago, I was deciding to flirt with him.
Eleven months ago, I was blissfully happy in our new relationship.
Eight months ago, I was in love with him and he with me -- so he said. (For the record, he said it first. Frankly, I am cautious of saying it, after some of my other experiences.)
Six months ago, I was probably sneaking off into the stacks to have a private midday cry after awkwardly trying to make just-friends conversation with him.
Two months ago, I was starting to believe we might get back together.
One month ago, I was worrying myself sick over him.
This week? Crying again; bitter and hurt again. I miss him a lot. And I don't know anymore if it could ever work again, not really, but that doesn't stop me wishing for it.
